Tearless Eyes Of Mine
I've no tears to cry
my eyes have gone pale and dry.
What they saw in past
was discrimination on things like cast.
How does it matter being a Dalit or Brahman
when we are all normal humans.
It's a thought we have to change
a thought to change
a world will change.
Where people can freely say they are black
no rights to anyone will lack.
Then my eyes will have nothing to do with water
and they can be pale and dry forever.
poem by Areena Arora
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